My Biggest Fear // Draken x Reader - AO3 Challenge
Prompt: roomates + sharing a bed
Summary: Draken was your roomate, having been your childhood bestfriend.You told yourself you wouldnât fall for him, but your mind canât help thinking about him. Youâre frustrated, but losing him is your biggest fear.Â
WARNINGS: Slight angst? (Happy ending tho.) nightmares, implied character death (but it was just a dream.)
A/N: This was for an AO3 challenge. I will post the prompt list at the end of this post! You are supposed to pick your birth month + birth date to get the prompt! Mine was June 19th, so roomates + sharing a bed. : )
          You slammed the door to your apartment behind you with a huff, kicking your heels off and immediately striding towards the kitchen. Drakenâs head peaked from the leather couch in the living room, curious as to what had made you so frustrated, but you decided to ignore him, for your own sanity. Your feet practically sighed in relief at the feeling of the cool hardwood beneath them, angry red ankles finally breaking free from their restraints as they pattered to the alcohol cabinet. You reached up onto your toes, trying to grab a bottle of expensive wine from the highest cabinet, feet screaming in pain. You groaned, readjusting yourself before trying again, but a pair of large hands extended above you, grabbing the wine you desired and setting it on the marble counter in front of you. You whipped around to meet Drakenâs concerned gaze, bowing slightly in gratitude and then whipping back around to crack into the bottle. His hair was braided back neatly, the black braid matching his hoodie. âNow hold on,â Draken spun you back around, placing a hand on each side to cage you in as you examined his features. âI know you Y/N. And Y/N does not drink wine.â You blushed slightly at the position youâve been put in, but you cleared your throat and locked eyes with him. âIâve had a shit day at school and work today,â you said lowly. âI just want to relax.â You knew Draken wasnât buying it, but after a rather intense moment of silence, he admitted defeat and released you, shuffling back to sit on the couch.
          You were telling the truth when you said you had a bad day at school and at work. You missed an assignment for the first time this semester and your boss was being extra controlling this evening. Though, the real distraction was the boy who you shared an apartment with. You grew up with Draken, being best friends since the two of you were children. Draken trusted you to move in with him. You had a job, went to school, and were very smart financially. He could never put the same kind of responsibilities onto someone such as Mikey or Takemitchi. Moreover, you kept the place nice and tidy and if Draken made a mess, he would never hear the end of it. The two of you fought like an old married couple sometimes. And that was precisely the problem. You promised yourself you wouldnât catch feelings. You promised. But every waking moment you find yourself bored, your heart strings tug yourself into daydreams of him. The way he would protect you from anyone or anything. The way Draken makes you laugh late into the evening after one-too-many drinks. The way he smiles at you softly after you tell him you made a good grade on a test. When he says heâs proud of you. And the pet names. The fucking pet names. When he calls you âmy girlâ or âprincessâ, your heart does backflips every time.Â
          Now here you were, sitting at a barstool at the island in the middle of the kitchen, lost in thought over the very thing you were trying to forget about. You whined, pinching the bridge of your nose and squeezing your eyes shut as you felt the headache of a lifetime coming on. What time is it? The clock on the stove read 1:32 a.m. âShit,â you cursed under your breath, taking a look around you. Draken was no longer lazing on the couch and the wine bottle was half-empty. âGlad I get to sleep in tomorrow,â you mumbled, stumbling slightly as you stood up from the chair. You cleaned up the kitchen, deciding to place the wine bottle on the counter instead of fighting to get it into its proper spot, then carrying yourself to your bedroom. Drakenâs bedroom door was slightly ajar, nothing but darkness inside. You figured he was asleep before entering your own room, settling for a quick shower.Â
         You had hoped that the hot steam of the shower or your nightly routine would assist you in your attempts to relax, but the headache pursued with strength, much to your dismay. You took some painkillers, climbing into the neatly-made bed with a thump as your heavy head hit the pillow. Your mind was swimming with thoughts, especially those you wanted out of your head. But your sheer exhaustion took over and you swiftly fell asleep.
          Your hands were bloody as you held Drakenâs head in your lap. The darkness of the night made it difficult to identify where all of his wounds were. You struggled, laying in the street as nearby gang members mocked your desperation to keep him alive. What was he thinking? Draken couldnât have taken on an entire gang by himself. And here he was, dying in your arms. You tried to hold yourself together to avoid tears falling onto his cuts and bruises. This was it. Your worst fear. You scolded him every night he came home with injuries. You disapproved of the delinquent lifestyle, yet he persisted. You could never understand why. You didnât want to. You would still bandage him up when he got home, hoping that your disapproving tone would convince him not to do it again. You hoped it would never get to this point. But his breaths became weak and his eyes became glazed in a different kind of euphoric sensation. âDr-Draken?â you whispered, fear consuming your body. âDraken, please.â You felt like you were going to vomit, his blood soaking through your clothes as he became cold and pale. His body went limp and thatâs how you knew. Draken was dead.Â
                You woke up from the nightmare screaming in terror, adrenaline rushing through every nerve in you. Drakenâs frame appeared in the doorway, breath labored as he had jumped out of bed and sprinted to your room. He was only wearing a pair of sweatpants, ink-black hair framing his worried face. âY/N,â he called your name, crawling onto your now-messy bed and scooping your trembling figure into his grasp. He rocked back and forth as the sobs racked your body, whispering sweet nothings into your ear to try and calm you down. âIâm here princess,â Draken cooed, placing his lips onto your temple. His strong arms supported your shorter frame, he made you feel so safe. His thumbs wiped the tears from your cheeks, obsidian eyes filled with pain as he saw you in such a vulnerable state. You had never done anything like this in front of him before, let alone cry. It broke his heart to see you so afraid, but he refused to let go of you until you had calmed down.Â
         Once your body had stopped shaking so violently and the tears stopped flowing, Draken picked you up off of the bed and carried you to his room without a word. You sniffled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he held you firmly, setting you down and grabbing a glass of water he had on his bedside table. Draken placed the glass up to your quivering lips, helping you take a sip to rehydrate yourself. âGood girl,â he uttered softly, stroking your hair as the cool water soothed your burning throat. After a few more sips of water, Draken placed the glass down and sat on the bed, pulling you into his lap. âTalk to me Y/N,â he whispered, his hand brushing against your cheek. Your eyes shot down to your fidgeting hands in your lap. You were sitting on Draken, your life-long crush, with nothing but a pair of lace undies and one of his old tees on. Draken placed a hand under your chin and tilted your head so that you were facing him. âSomethingâs wrong Y/N,â he spoke, face merely inches away from yours. âSomethingâs been wrong for a long time. Tell me. Please.â You could smell his cologne and the faint scent of toothpaste as he pleaded with you. Your glassy eyes looked into his, headache still prevalent and keeping you from any rational thinking. Fuck it. You kissed him. His lips were warm against your cold ones, the soft, supple skin felt like velvet on yours. Panic quickly brewed inside of you once you realized what youâd done. You broke away from him, eyes scanning his features for a reaction. Would he throw you out? Never talk to you again? You werenât sure. His face was full of shock, lips parted slightly as his eyes locked onto yours. âDra-â you began to say his name before his hand grabbed the back of your head and his lips crashed onto yours. His other hand snaked around your waist as he pulled you in tight, deepening the kiss. Draken kissed you passionately, your ability to breathe escaping as one hand moved to cup your cheek. This kiss felt like forever, and you didnât want it to end. Draken finally broke away though, chuckling when you gasped for air. âIâve wanted to do that for a long time,â he told you, grabbing your hands. âIâm glad I wasnât the only one who was worried about it.â You hugged Draken, melting into his hold. âStay with me,â he said, a gentle smile displayed on his sharp features. âLet me protect you.â
          You arranged yourself in Drakenâs bed while he went to grab you your own glass of water. The sheets smelled like him in the most perfect way, your eyes fluttering shut as his scent soothed you. You felt the bed shift, signaling that Draken was back. You were curled up onto your side of the bed until you felt a pair of strong arms pull you into Drakenâs chest. âDonât think youâre going to get away from me that easily,â he mumbled, making you snicker. âThank you Draken,â you replied, turning your body around to nuzzle your face into his chest. âGoodnight.â Draken kissed your temple once more, arms wrapped around your torso as he held you close. âGoodnight my princess,â he spoke in a hushed tone, feeling sleep consume the both of you.Â
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